I’m from the dust
I’m from the dust, From where the wind blows and the sand rolls along the path. I’m from the bird sitting in the tree, (Watching and singing, It smells like fresh air.) I’m from the hot sun beaming…
liberia is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees liberia in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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